Done

my fingers dance on the keyboard, weaving destiny.

Another daft movement later, it is sent.

And the world collapses into imagery.

~~~



A single shot rings in the dark.

3 pairs of eyes follow the progress of the red tracer until it has long faded into the night.

Did I hit it? wonders the shooter

Did I aim at the right target?

From a distance a light begins to pulse, to expand, to grow.

Its begun, says the man in the suit.

We may not all survive this... , says the poet softly.

The soldier still trembles with his hands on the rifle... silent in contemplation.

What do we do now?

We follow Aslan, as we've always tried to.

All that you know is about to change

~~~

Dear Lord,

I trust in you I have made the right choice.

Be with me, my strength, shield and comforter.

Let me rock this world for you Lord.

Amen